Rondeau to mam and dad

by Le Prince de Monte Cristo

Rondeau to Mam and Dad

The sleeping girl is a beauty so pale; so timid
Her smile. Her cheeks ashes; his eyes humid;
So cold his heart. The following silence
After her last breath. His immense
Sorrow. His souvenirs; so vivid

His legs unable to support his pallid
Tristess. His anger against the perfid
Traitor; Dusk of her spring, their last dance;
The sleeping girl is a beauty

Years of togetherness suddenly invalid
The man in black methodically closing the lid
Ignorant of the shivering audience
Around him the air heavy from her absence,
Still in his heart despite his indifference
The sleeping girl is a beauty

Gerard T